DustLightAndRain

There are few things that elicit more emotion in me than clockwork, for reasons I still cannot describe in effective words.

There’s a part in the video that’s a bit gorry. Warning I suppose.

Happy Birthday Nikola Tesla

My hero.

I don’t even mind that you tried to build a death ray. Normally that’s a deal breaker.

I keep a text document on my laptop with random ideas I get. I try to merge them all into an all encompassing universe. The ideas are usually for characters, monsters, funky science stuff, or stories. Whatever I find interesting.

For example, one of my favourites is of a robot who labours for countless years believing he is helping humanity; although he has never seen or met anyone since his creation. There are other robots at other factories that he has robotic interactions with. One is badly injured, immobilized, and slightly malfunctioning. Since this character is a robot he does not have to cope with the loss of someone he knows.

Then comes the twist. He meets a human who’s been using the robot’s labour to harm others. Suddenly the thing that the robot has been telling himself: “I labour for the good of others” and all that it means is stricken from him.

The rest of the story is about how he grows and compensates from his ‘life’ being thrown into shambles. It is a rough process for him. He is forced to discover what exactly life is and more importantly how to (I’m having trouble thinking of a word to describe this)…

In the same way that a person can enjoy something that they do not need yet have nothing else that they do need available to them. This is what The robot aims for.

In case you’re wondering why the robot is a ‘he’ and not agender. I got nothing. These things usually come to me fully formed and he came out a boy robot. I’m not sure why I’m spending so many words on this as it is the least important part of the story. It’s not about gender identity. I got other ideas that are(I think, if not I’ll make one).

It’s a story about my favourite themes. What does it mean to be human?

Whenever I think of an idea like this I always ask myself why does a part of me likes this thing, how has my life influenced this idea. That’s the Ding an sich I suppose.

"This moment is your life"
I bought a t-shirt a couple years ago with this phrase written on the part that would be hidden when the shirt is buttoned up.  It’s positioned in such a way so that when you sit down and your untucked shirt flays out the phrase will be visible.  So that when you look down at a time when you are doubting or questioning yourself you will see it and be reminded.

This phrase has resonated with me for some time.

"This moment is your life"
I bought a t-shirt a couple years ago with this phrase written on the part that would be hidden when the shirt is buttoned up. It’s positioned in such a way so that when you sit down and your untucked shirt flays out the phrase will be visible. So that when you look down at a time when you are doubting or questioning yourself you will see it and be reminded.

This phrase has resonated with me for some time.

mineralists:

Wulfenite on Barite

This is the first time I’ve thought a crystal looked delicious

mineralists:

Wulfenite on Barite

This is the first time I’ve thought a crystal looked delicious

shermansgallifreyan:

Sorry for the long delay! I’m still making guides though—here’s the one to Equaantu. I’ll get around to all the asks that have built up, I promise.

After reading the guide I think I’m liking this one more.  I want to write Equaantu in a spiral now.  I think that idea merits some reflective thoughts though.  I love how these languages are not just simple transliterations, there is room provided and expected for interpretations in each of them.  Room for the mind to walk.

shermansgallifreyan:

Sorry for the long delay! I’m still making guides though—here’s the one to Equaantu. I’ll get around to all the asks that have built up, I promise.

After reading the guide I think I’m liking this one more. I want to write Equaantu in a spiral now. I think that idea merits some reflective thoughts though. I love how these languages are not just simple transliterations, there is room provided and expected for interpretations in each of them. Room for the mind to walk.

These look fascinating. I love how their complexities are hidden behind simple lines and dots. It gives them the appearance of symbols or glyphs. I’m glad there’s an N on the end of each of your names. Equaantu looks deceptively simple and at quick glance could be missed as words. Sratei intrigues me the most though. It looks like the simplest to read but I can’t seem to work out it’s elements, maybe an L and an N here and there.

This is inspiring. And I think I’m hurting myself trying to pick them apart.

But when can I get doughnut peaches?

Apparently I’m going to the Ottawa Comiccon on Saturday. I think I should be more excited but I’m not. I must be missing something. That and I’m being dragged there. I don’t like to leave the nest I built ok.

I wonder if I can mosey into the Doctor Who Society of Canada.

I’d love to cosplay but I don’t have the skill, time, or things. I’ll just wear my shirt

I think I have posting paralysis.

I can’t bring myself to post new things.

I want to start something.